Ten blisters and counting and I have taken my first bus. Tomorrow is one more bus, then one of the last nights with my current people.

My readiness to fly from the nest of my fellow Camino baby birds has snuck up on me. I need time away from the comfort and the giggles and the consistency of it all; ready to be with unfamiliar friends and to go to bed with less certainty of who and what and where. I hope this will give my Spirit more room to take the wheel, because as of late, I have been navigating in slightly shallower, more emotional waters that I am now eager to move past.

First my body was prepared to move forward in a different light. Today it is my Spirit. I am hoping that tomorrow or the next day, my feet will catch up and support me in this shift. Impatience is settling in.